a quiet moment in the field of noise -
praised and ready for the thunder strike
the purposeless breath, gone and getting
fainter like a misty night
the shadow creeps by the light.
it's evening inside my eyes -
seemed dimming before the light had died.
cars slide on the window pane, upside down
and like a wave.
the seedling that you will see grow,
now about as big as a sapling.
I'll die like a maple;
get sadly, hungry, samely, weary
of all that you could give me.
and dripping like the rain above
i crash to the ground